What is the seal of liberation? Not to be ashamed in front of oneself.
My abyss speaks, I have turned my ultimate depth inside out into the light.
Truths are illlusions which we have forgotten are illusions.
Whoever has really sacrificed anything, knows that he wanted and got something in return.
The higher its type, the more rarely a thing succeeds.
The will to incessant creation is vulgar, betraying jealousy, envy, and ambition. Assuming that you are something, there is really nothing that you need to do-and yet you do a great deal. Above the "productive" man there is still a higher type.